Lyrics:
treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any
realized that I was wasting my time with the wrong guy. I was so blind.
They say, love blinds, you. And it's true. But I was also blinded by the fact that
those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute
and Bluffdale
They're not the only ones, who know everything we do
But with all this fucking data, they know exactly how we feel
How we feel? How about our habits
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
could see it didn't work out eventually
So, I guess this was my deceitful destiny
'Cause before I sensed like we were meant to be
But those lovely times
call him Devil Jim
A prong with forty fingers
Made a rat with twenty legs
They walked into a restaurant
And ate a dozen eggs
The cook took out a spatula
Been a bit the same
We must
Fit the bit to blame
When they convince the brain
Until you're system made
It's like Christmas came
But then switched all
some space
Rapping about all of these people in front of my face
That are always two face to fake please step out of my face
Yeah, Got a couple songs
kicked his ribs in one by
One to the tune of Garryowen
They threw him out the window to
A song about Sinn Féin
They kicked him all down Sandy Row
To "A
when I smash humanity's den
Life's a banality, rip out their spines, that's a fatality, and
Step on those fucks
Like they stepped on my motherfucking
you ain't never step for dude , but you stay the acting tough boy
If I was you, I'd feel ashamed cause I ain't slide yet
I wrote a song about my OP,
expect me to function without a step out the margin
I've got a heck of a hunchback from carrying it all
And man, I swear, sometimes I wish that I could
love come emancipate me out of this slavery?
I don't trust anyone, they have all deserted
I feel so alone, I feel so unfurnished
I didn't read that
to Bad Bunny and J Balvin, if they were not Mexicans
I believe in workers' rights, yes, but shout out to the Mexicans
I move fresh vegetables, curtsey
Alright, I mean right now I'm in a dark room, but that's what I'm usually in
I don't know, I really be feeling like I figured it all out
You know,
at everything, you know how he do
Miss you brody
I often hear that time heals all wounds
Maybe true but I still think about you
You mean a lot, I still cry about
heart n given her my all
Asalamalekun, this is the cry of a god
I'm dancing with my demons but by morning they'll be gone
Asalamalekun, Malekun Salam
Big
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man
knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's
tables but I was out servin
She love all my songs everyday excerpt me
After she slurp me I show her no mercy
I step in the Stu any town I itinerate
Steppin
than listen to y'all bitch and moan
Sick of y'all, figured I'd stick it up in a little song
Rather let it play out, cause talk is played out
I'd rather
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